Wait why am I doing a log? I couldn't even be captain of my computer chair... -_- It rules over me.
So distracted with life's beautifully unimportant events that always seem to happen to me.
Want to write but that's when all writing materials magically vanish. I always seem to find stuff when I don't want it anymore. 0o0 Damn you magic writing stuff!!
Not like anyone will ever read this anyway or care but why should I care if anyone else reads this stuff. This is but the ramblings of an either drunk or asylum patent. Ah well it's so much easier to drink my whiskey without that damn straight jacket restricting my movements. Just hope my bottle doesn't get taken this time around.
...AWWWW YEAHH! I'm bored
Listening to: The keyboard taps
Reading: What I'm writing
Watching: Me write this log
Playing: With your mind
Eating: The thick cloud of bordom surrounding me